User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Rise of the Hordes/@comment-32303-20140807013011/@comment-2246928-20140816032556

Torin Battledog bellowed out his clan's warcry, as it mixed with many others that evening as they leaped forward, clashing blades with an earnesty and a fear only achieved by the knowledge that many would die doing this. "BATTLEDOOOG!" "MCFIEEERBOOOUGH!" "BLOOD AN' VINEGAAAR!" "DEATH'S ON THE WIIIND!" "SUMMERHEEEAARTH!" "RAAAAPSCALLLIIIOOOOOONS!" Slashing with swords and gouging with stones, the two crews proved to each other to be quite the even match. Eilish herself fought with a squirrel, easily swaying and ducking the haphazard blows, the way a true duelist would, as she gradually wore out her opponent. The moment the squirrel lowered her offence, Eilish cut her down, digging her cutlass into the squirrel's neck and shoving the body over the side. The ferret's eyes rose for a moment, and hers and Vanora's seemed to meet for a moment. The Rapscallion captain beckoned the otter forward, standing alone upon the deck of her gradually sinking ship as the crews fought on upon Vanora's. C'mere, you filthy seadog...